When Lin Bei woke up from his rental house, his phone screen was bursting with messages. "Lin Bei, you are fired." He stared at the message for three seconds and closed the dialog box expressionlessly. I worked overtime until three o'clock in the morning yesterday, and I got the dismissal notice today. Cruel enough. The sound of things being thrown was heard from the next room, followed by the sharp voice of the landlord Sister Liu: "Get out of here if you don't pay the rent! This house is not a shelter for poor people like you!" Lin Bei lifted up the quilt and stepped on the cold cement floor with his bare feet. He opened the closet and there were no more than ten pieces of clothing in it. He casually pulled on a T-shirt and put it on, then took out the dusty canvas backpack. As soon as he put the backpack on, he felt something was wrong.
